The poems describing spring flowers are as follows:
1. The human face does not know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. ——"Inscription on Nanzhuang in the Capital City" by Cui Hu in the Tang Dynasty
Appreciation: The season of brilliant spring and blooming flowers is still a doorway covered with sparse flowers and trees and shaded by peach trees. However, the " But I don’t know where to go. Only a peach tree in front of the door is still smiling affectionately in the spring breeze. The association of peach blossoms smiling in the spring breeze comes from the phrase "human faces and peach blossoms reflect each other's red".
2. There will be less frost in the late year of the year, and the grass and trees will know the arrival of spring. ——"The Beginning of Spring" Song Dynasty·Zhang Shi
Appreciation: The frost gradually melts, the warmth gradually revives, the hibernating animals are ready to move, the flowers, plants and trees feel the message of spring, and everything seems to be awakening from its deep sleep. With hazy eyes, I look at the seasonal updates and consider welcoming the arrival of the New Year. It reveals that the weather will gradually warm up after the beginning of spring, hibernating insects will wake up, and vegetation will sprout.
3. Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. ——"The First Spring Rain in Lin'an" by Lu You, Song Dynasty
Appreciation: The poet lived alone in a small building, listening to the patter of spring rain all night; The sound of flowers tells people that spring is deep. The continuous spring rain is written by the poet's hearing; while the indifferent spring light is revealed in the sound of flower sellers. Written vividly and profoundly.
4. The flowers on the fragrant trees have fallen without anyone, and the birds are chirping all the way up the spring mountain. ——"Spring Journey Improvisation" Tang Dynasty·Li Hua
Appreciation: This is a short poem about scenery. When the author passed through Yiyang in the spring, he felt deeply about the scenery before his eyes and spontaneously expressed his melancholy about the ruins of the country, the mountains and rivers, and the flowers falling and birds singing in the sky. The fragrant bamboos, ancient willows, strange cypresses, and green pines here attract many tourists everywhere. Now, let alone those, even the beautiful spring flowers have long been appreciated by no one.